July 28th, 2010
|07:33 am - Paragraphs-at-a-Time Story, "Home and Glamour," Part 2|
Yesterday we started this fic-in-little-bites; today we continue our time with the Stonewoods, as the morning darkens.
(Behind a cut for my flist's convenience...)
We ended with "'Oh no,' she whispers." And now--
He sets down the teapot, and narrows his eyes, and then breathes deeply.
It is there on the wind, a long thin ripple of--
"Salt and storm," Alice says, and "Salt and storm," Morgan says, deeper and darker.
She leans across the table to lay her hand on his. Their link is smooth over slightly rough, pale over heartwood tan, and when they first touch, the sunlight through leaves and vines shimmers like water.
Her necklace, however, has gone a deep undersea blue.
"You'll need to look," she says.
He smiles his crooked-true smile. "But it's not my best thing, darling. Why can't you?"
"Because some of us have work out in the world, my heart," she says, and smiles, and kisses him.
The kiss is smooth and slightly rough, and around them the hedges and trees rustle pleasure, whisper fear. Then she pulls away. "Call me if you need me."
Without a pause he calls, "Alice!"
Laughing, she stands, collects her work-things, puts on her armor. Then, after a single pass of fingers through his untidy, greying hair, she walks the moss-covered stones toward the hedge-gate.
As he watches her go, the crooked-true smile disappears, and the wind strengthens.
"Salt and storm," Morgan sighs. "Son of a bitch."
May all winds bring good news to you today!
|Date:||July 28th, 2010 12:19 pm (UTC)|| |
Thank you thank you, L! (Happy Wednesday, too.)
I continue to be intrigued by this story.
Thank you, Stevie, thank you. :-)
fic-in-little-bites makes a nice thing to see in the morning. I want to know what's happening :)
I'm glad you like the fic-in-little-bites! And you'll know what's happening soon... :-)
Thank you, Rainkatt, thank you (plus coffee). :-)
I'm glad and grateful! :-) Thank you v much.
|Date:||July 28th, 2010 06:03 pm (UTC)|| |
Oh, nice. *Happy sigh*
Thank you thank you, A, for reading and for happy sighs. :-)
"salt and storm"
that sends shivers up my spine. the good kind, of course.
Thank you, ALH, thank you. (And a happy day, too.)
Salt and storm.
I'm glad that bit pleased, and grateful you're enjoying! Thanks, Gwynne. :-))
You cannot see it, but there's a big huge grin happening over here.
After I get over my jealousy of their home, that is. (Feeling a bit dissatisfied with the space, I am. Thinking on it, in any case.)
In reverse order: oh, I sympathize entirely with dissatisfaction re one's own space. Entirely.
But I'm grateful for your reading, H_P, and I send hugs and thanks your way! Thanks! :-)